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Well if this ain't relatable af

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: I was worried you guys were gonna bomb my house after the chapter yesterday so I though I gotta dish this out quick, so here's the next part. This chapter is so hot- but so gut wrenching. no further comments.

(thats a lie- lowkey re-reading this now about to post and think I shifted through the chapter in the tense I was writing in, lowkey not deep but my apologies 😬)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, strip tease, lap dance, sexual tension, emotional distress, mentions of past harassment (implied sexual assault and rape), kinda smut but not really, sad and stressed bunny :(

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Rafe’s steps were slow, unhurried, leading the girl up the staircase, the only glow in the dimly lit house coming from the room at the end of the hall. Y/N followed without a word, the air thick, her pulse matching the steady beat of their ascent. She had never been in this house before, but she had never expected it to feel like this. When they reached the office, Rafe pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. The scent of expensive cologne and whiskey filled her senses. He moved with a quiet confidence, walking toward the small bar cart in the corner, where he poured himself a drink, the amber liquid catching the light. He barely glanced at her before tilting the glass slightly in her direction.

“Want one?”

“No.”

She shook her head as she looked away from him, her gaze darting around the four walls. His eyes flickered over her, unreadable, before he took a slow sip murmuring out,

“Suit yourself"

Y/N shifted on her feet, taking in the room. It was painfully neat, every book on the shelf precisely aligned, the desk practically untouched save for a few scattered papers. Her eyes wandered, landing on the fireplace, and above it, a framed picture of three kids. Sarah, Wheezie, and Rafe himself- years younger, looking at the camera dressed smartly- if she had to take a guess she assumed it must've been for Midsummers. She swallowed, forcing her eyes away from the frame just as Rafe leaned back against his desk, glass in hand. He was watching her. Studying. The same way he always did, but there was something different now. Maybe it was her or maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t snapping at him like usual, wasn’t fighting him for control over whatever this thing between them was. She cleared her throat, crossing her arms.

“So...?”

Rafe exhaled through his nose, amused at her impatience. He swirled his whiskey in his glass, watching her.

“You’re actin' strange”

Her jaw tightened as she kept her arms tightly folded, “That a problem?”

“No,” He took another sip, letting the silence stretch, letting her sit in it “just an observation.”

She hated that he was good at reading her, hated that he noticed things, hated his stupid fucking smugness. Hated even more that he was right. But instead of answering, she just shifted her weight from one foot to the other, waiting. Rafe finally set his glass down on the deep mahogany desk, leaning against it, running his tongue along his teeth before speaking.

“Y/N, what are you actually doing here?”

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: just when all you thought life couldn't get any worse for Bunny... well y'all were wrong. Also this hasn't got a lot of rafe in it ngl but I swear the next chapter will have A LOT of them together.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs (smoking), throwing up, mentions of a strip club, mentions of harassment (implied assault), Bunny in distress :(, pretty angsty tbh, arguing

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The soft glow of daylight pressed against the edges of the blinds, but Y/N's room remained cloaked in a sleepy dimness. The air was thick, a mix of stale perfume and forgotten laundry, clothes lay draped over the chair in the corner, an empty glass sat on her nightstand, and a few crumpled receipts peeked out from under her bed; she hadn’t had the energy to clean up. Her phone buzzed against the mattress beside her, the vibrations rattling slightly against the sheets before settling into silence. Then, a few seconds later, another buzz. And another. She already knew who it was before even glancing at the screen.

Bambi  :  You gon be in tonight????

Bambi  :  Been dead without u girl

Bambi  :  ??? You good?

Bambi  :  At least let me know you’re alive tf

Y/N let out a slow breath, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. The messages glowed on her screen, but she didn’t reach for them. Instead, she just lay there, her limbs heavy, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to answer- she just didn’t know how, she wasn't sure what to say. 

Another buzz.

Bambi  :  If you ignore me again I’m showing up at your house. 

Bambi  :  Ima ask tommy where you live i'm sure he’ll find out 

Bambi  :  Don’t play with me.

she got a soft belly and soft titties and soft thighs and a soft ass and a soft heart

every now and then i remember the possibility that my ancestors can see me and it always hits right when i'm reading the filthiest writing known to man

"If it weren't for you and your jokes someone would have burned this place down if I didn't beat them to it, 10/10 no notes"

The sun was high in the sky, casting golden rays over sea where Rafe and his friends had decided to spend the day. The yacht was floating just off the shore, a cooler full of drinks tucked beneath the shade of the canopy, and the soft sounds of music played from a speaker nearby. Y/N was lounging on one of the sun beds, sunglasses perched on her nose, pretending to read the book in her lap when in reality, her eyes kept drifting back to him.

Rafe was standing by the railing, talking to Topper and Kelce, but all Y/N could focus on were the stupidly perfect blue swim trunks hanging low on his hips, the way the sun hit his tanned skin, and the way his toned arms flexed every time he gestured while talking, the way his fingers curled so perfectly around his can of beer, the silver chain glistening around his neck-

God he looked so good

She wasn’t sure if it was the sun, the heat, or the fact that she knew she was ovulating- but she wanted him. Desperately. She swallowed, pressing her thighs together before looking down at the words on the page, but the damage was already done. The thought was in her head, and there was no shaking it now.

She needed to be closer to him.

A few minutes later, the group decided to head inside to grab more drinks, leaving Y/N and Rafe alone under the sun. As soon as the others disappeared, she was moving pushing herself off of her lounger and slipping onto his lap, straddling his thighs as he sat back on his own chair. Rafe barely had time to react before she was kissing him, her lips warm and needy against his. His hands instinctively found her waist, fingers brushing along her sun-kissed skin as he steadied her against him.

"Mmmh," he hummed against her mouth, a smirk forming as he pulled back just slightly.

"What’s the occasion baby?"